Harry stared at the plain white wall. He stared at the stupid crib. He ignored the loud cries of Dudley. Finally, he sighed.

"So I have to live another life, huh?" his much too smooth voice rumbled out of the baby body of his. Why must I be a baby? Why couldn't it have been when I was ten? Or eleven?!

Eras ago, when the universe was made of energy and gas particles, Harry was born. Not really Harry, since that wasn't his name, but it was still considered Harry for now. Humans weren't created yet, and the world was not even considered the world. Harry was just a soul, roaming around space until it was his time to absorb a body.

Absorbing a body wasn't the correct term. He created one.

Using his powers and energy life force, he grew to become the first human to live. As years and centuries go by, grunts became into words, drawing became writings, and technology became dominant, Harry lived through everything.

His life would continue in a new body, a new timeline, a new race. Egyptians, Romans, Americans. He ventured through all until he was the sole immortal being. He knew everything and did everything, just to pass by time.

Being billions of years old comes with a lot of advantages. He grew to become patient, daring, confidence, and aloof. Harry simply did not care. Sometimes he would go to the future, the past, a different present. He just had to choose the train he wanted to go to.

When Harry's body dies, his mind must drift to a new one, so he goes on a different train. The trains have many choices but the one he chose before. Everything happens once. When Harry no longer lives in the dimension, the dimension pauses, until he comes again. Time never continues when Harry leaves. It stays where it was left off, just like a video being paused.

But there has never been a time where Harry revisited a dimension. As far as he experimented, the same train will never be like the previous one. Everything continues and there is no going back.

So why was he back in the Potter dimension? The one where he was a wizard?

Harry snapped out of his trance when Petunia came running in, throwing a glare at him as she soothed down Dudley's tantrum.

"Shhh, it's okay Duds. Did the freak wake you up? Shhh, don't worry. Everything will be alright," she shushed the chubby child with a "calm" and "loving" voice. Stroking Dudley's head, Petunia turned towards the small, too small, crib that belonged to Harry. She frowned down at the boy disapprovingly. "Why did he have to bring you here? Couldn't there be another choice rather than our household?" she sneered quietly so that Dudley could sleep again.

Yes, I hate living here too. The past experience was never a fun one. Had to play into Dumbledore's hand just to satisfy him. The Potter dimension was one of the first worlds Harry ever step foot in. His memory was wiped clean, leaving him to cope with the wizardry world like any other child would in his shoes. It was until he had the Deathly Hollows that he regained his memories of his travels. Even with the memories, Harry was still confused and couldn't accept it, up until the point of when it was time for him to leave the dimension.

Mentally sighing at his "Potter luck", Harry closed his eyes and tried to regain his health. After every transportation towards a dimension, his magic was raw. It has to adjust itself so that it can fit Harry's new body perfectly. After all, he chose when and when not to die. In his previous life, Harry was up to the age of 354, before deciding it was getting boring, and hopped into a new train.

354 back to 1 is an extremely large age jump. Harry's magic is challenged, the need to reconstruct itself to hold Harry's core was a must.

All Harry could do as he relaxed his body into the uncomfortable plush (he's slept on worse things) was breath in and out, and let his magic do the impossible.


Harry Potter was an odd child. A charming and exquisite child, but a strange one.

He never cried, never threw a tantrum, never acted anything but older. He was on a completely different level than the others, even at one glance.

For starters, Harry was a beautiful child. He had a whole curl of hair that reached his shoulders (usually tied up high loosely) and defined high cheekbones. His nose was small and thin, his lips full and devil red, like he was wearing lips cosmetic. His jawline was sharp, shaped perfectly to compliment his structure.

And lastly, his eyes, outlined by long strands of dark lashes. Those eyes were so green, completely green. They were practically glowing. With dark hair and pale skin with a healthy glow, those eyes popped out like the stars. The whole neighborhood adored him with all their might. Not one could resist Harry Potter.

Except for the Dursleys, of course. How could they, when all the attention was dawned on the freak, and not Dudley? Not once did Dudley get acknowledge for what and who he is like he deserved, Petunia sniffed.

If Dudley ever got attention, it was usually how he harmed other children and how bad his grades were. The boy had the knowledge of a baby in a fat child's body. Of course, Vernon just regarded it as a slow process, nothing to worry about. The principal disagrees.

"He's not learning anything, Mr Dursley. His grades are lower than you could imagine. Even lower than a negative F! You have to do something about this, as a father!" the principal stated sternly across the couple in the lounge. They were at the Dursley's home, Vernon sitting in the single chair, while Petunia and Dudley cuddle next to each other on the other.

Vernon raised a hand in a dismissive gesture, but it didn't complete with his sweaty look and no-neck appearance.

"I'm sure there is just some trouble Dudley is going through. He's been having a hard time with the bullying as it is," argued Vernon.

"Bullying? You mean how he's been busy causing the bullying?" she growled.

Petunia huffed, offended by the accusation. "My Duddikins would never do such a sin. He has never hurt anyone in his entire childhood life."

"Do you know how fake that lie was? I have more complaints from parents about your child than anything! My bills can not compete against a number of times I had to read a report about your son's behavior in the community," snarled Diane Kitt.

"Mum," whined Dudley, big, fat, crocodile tears rushing down his meaty cheeks.

Petunia frowned worriedly down at her son. She wiped the tears away with her sleeve. "There's nothing you need to worry about. I'm sure we'll get this over with soon," she repeated the phrase again, for what seemed like the twentieth time. Even if she didn't like to admit it, they've had this meeting thousands of time. It was like the gods weren't on their side anymore.

God was never on your side to begin with, Harry flatly intoned, watching the outcome of the meeting through the bars of the stairs. He was sitting on a step, just enough so that the adults wouldn't see him, but could still provide him a good view of the same scene he came to accept.

He heard Petunia's thoughts with his ability, and could only snicker quietly at her tone. Who would want to support monsters like you?

Kitt sighed tiredly, running a hand through her dark amber hair. "I apologize, but it seems that I can not do anything to turn this situation over. Your son will have to be expelled."

"What?! Why?!" shrieked Dudley.

"Because, young man," Kitt gritted, "there had been nothing but trouble whenever you turn up for school. Why I ought to think that it's good you're not to come to school anymore. I have personally seen what your son's capable of and I don't like it."

Petunia stood up from the couch. "Come now, there has to be something other than this. Dudley can change, even if there is nothing to correct," she tried to reason.

"This isn't negotiable, Ms Dursley. We've had this conversation many times before and I can not say that I enjoy it."

"What can Dudley do to go to school?" Vernon asked quietly, his eyes narrowed.

Kitt took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "Honestly, I don't know what to do anymore. Nothing has helped." She finally opened her eyes. "Even getting your nephew Harry to be an example for him didn't help. And that always worked for other trouble makers."

At the mention of the house's freak, the Dursley huffed, not that Kitt noticed or questioned. Whenever she mentioned Harry at the meetings, it became clear to her that they didn't like Harry. Though, the boy never complained when she approached the topic to him, so she thought nothing of it.

"Of course it did not work. The boy doesn't make a good example at all. Honestly, what were you thinking when recommending that choice," snapped Vernon. He froze, however, when Kitt gave him a warning glare.

"Harry is but a great example. The perfect role model for all children to follow. Perfect grades, perfect scores, perfect manors, perfect attendance, perfect attitude. He's the definition of perfect. My, he's already working in the model and entertainment industry. The boy is, in a term, a star."

Dudley glared at the carpet and balled his hands into a fist. Of course, it's Harry I should follow. He's everything other's wanted. Even the girls adore him. Harry this, Harry that. When will it stop?!

Petunia, sensing Dudley's anger, waved the topic in a new direction. "The boy didn't work. What will, might I ask? Dudley needs to go to school, and no other will accept him if his grades are as low as you say they are."

"Surely you can make an exception this once?" Vernon reasoned, trying to add in a charming smile that made Harry flinch. It was so ugly, even Principal Kitt grimaced.

"Like I said before, this isn't negotiable. I will have the papers signed and mailed to you before the end of this week," she said, her tone daring for anyone to argue. "Expect them Friday. And make sure that he doesn't cause trouble for others. Please."

With one last gaze at the family, she grabbed her briefcase and marched towards the door. Before she could excuse herself out of the house, Harry walked down the stairs.

Appearing as though he wasn't eavesdropping, Harry smiled at Principal Kitt charmingly. It didn't quite reach his eyes, but he's known to be emotionless most of the time.

"Principal Kitt, you're leaving already? I thought you were staying for dinner," Harry pronounced in a soft, smooth, and husky voice. Harry didn't miss the shiver that ran down Kitt's spine.

Kitt gave a breathy smile, inwardly shivering at Harry's voice. He always had that charm, she noted. "I was, but something popped up. Have a good day, Harry."

"A good evening to you, too, Miss Kitt."

A few minutes later, Harry turned towards the Dursleys, who froze at the mocking smirk adorning Harry's kissable lips. "My Duddikins would never do such a sin. He has never hurt anyone in his entire childhood life. Good to know that she isn't that dumb to take the lie."

Vernon glared at the tall, muscled child. "What are you doing down here? Were you eavesdropping?"

Dudley sniffed. "I wouldn't be surprised. He was always a sneaky bastard," he, as usual, recoiled towards Harry, intending to hurt him or something. Either way, the desperate decision came out useless.

"Yes, I was. It was entertaining. Speaking of, how stupid are you to think of that lie? Dudley has done more harm than good." Surely Petunia wasn't that stupid.

Vernon turned a hot shade of red. "Listen here, boy. There shall be no disrespect coming from your mouth, you understand? Enough, leave it as it is. I expect you to be helping Dudley get his grades up. No teaching him how to cheat, like you do. Are we clear?"

"Hardly," Harry flatly intoned, unfazed by Vernon's invisible threat. "We've gone over this for ten years now. I would have thought you'd understand by now. You pose nothing over me, the words you speak are not directed towards me, and there is no ordering around here."

He took a step forward and grinned devilishly. With his plump red lips, the sharp white teeth shined. Dudley shrank, fearful of the Harry they see so often.

"If you see fit to think you are higher than me, I'll have you remember who snapped dear Martha's neck last year. Or who crashed your car into a lamp post when you decided to leave me at the grocery store. Such freaky accidents, weren't they?"

Vernon turned green, Petunia looked paler than normal, and Dudley widened his eyes to match the size of his belly.

"Do I make myself clear?" Harry told them.

Three heads bobbed frantically.

"Good. I'm getting tired of reminding you."

Scowling at them one last time, Harry turned and walked right up to the stairs and into his magically expanded bedroom. His agent was coming over in a couple of minutes, meaning the Dursleys were going to have to fake being polite again. Though, he already knew about his family situation.

Ten years ago, when Harry first stepped foot into the old dimension, he decided he was going to redo everything again. Starting off, Harry was gaining back control over his choices, and not letting depression and greed for acceptance get in the way of things. He was making his declaration of freedom.

That's why he took the modeling offer from his manager, Ben Cross. The man was an old wizard who knew of Harry Potter, and just so happened to have met him on the street. With one look at his appearance, Cross gave him his card and thought best to talk to Harry's relatives about it. However, when he took notice of the treatment of the Dursleys and Harry, he knew right away what kind of environment Harry had to live in.

Working in the Industry gave Harry a chance at being who he was. Manipulative, ferocious, and daring. He wasn't cocky or arrogant just because of his looks, but he did use them to his advantage when he needed to–and that was short in its own noticed.

Harry closed the door to him room. He took great pleasure in the homey feeling he got from the room. It was magically expanded into a large oval shape, with the walls painted a dark forest green. The windows were large from the inside, reaching from the floor to the high sealing. There was a balcony at the far end, two dark wood doors separating it from the room. Books upon books lined the walls, a large desk in the middle of the room in front of the doors leading to the balcony.

To the right of Harry was a pair of doors marveling his walk-in closet, along with a bathroom inside said closet. The flooring of each room was dark wood, a furry white carpet layering on top of that. Over all, Harry's room was magnificent for any to see.

Dudley and Petunia were slightly jealous over his room, but they quickly denied it as fast as their greed came to. They never questioned Harry before, so they weren't going to start doing it until they wanted something. And they did not want magic.

Harry dropped flat on his belly in the comfortable bed, wiggling his toes in the soft material. He always loved his room the most out of everything, and he'll be damned if anyone tries to take it away.

.:Seems like a tiring day, Master:.

He popped his head up and came face to face with a beautiful snake, dark ocean blue scales shining under the lighting. The body was roughly thirteen feet long and three inches thick.

.:Moartè:. Harry smiled softly. .:It was indeed a tiring day. Ben should be coming over anytime soon, so hide yourself in your cave. And stop calling me Master:.

Moartè rises gracefully and flicks his tongue. .:You hatched me when I was young, and the others. It is only right for us to title you as Master. The others will be in the cave, shall you need any of us:.

Harry rolled his eyes, but grinned. .:Alright. You enchanted animals are too stubborn to my liking:. he grumbled.

.:Whatever, brat:.

.:There's the Moartè I know! Good to have you back:. Harry brightened.

Moartè dipped his chin down in a gesture; like he was tired. Harry couldn't blame him. He could be a brat when he wanted to be.

After all, being immortal was boring. He had to let loose somehow. Annoying someone (or something) to the best of his abilities was just a side beverage.